Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

As soon as the footsteps fell on the threshold, a burst of crispy smell came to the nostrils.

Li Jing's nose twitched, following the fragrance: "Hubing!"

Xiao Shi just came out from the kitchen and brought out a basket of golden fried pancakes. Before the pancakes cooled down, Li Jing robbed them halfway and stole two of them secretly.

Li Jing had one in his mouth, and the other generously shared with Wu.

The Hubing that Li Jing cares about, in layman's terms, is steamed stuffed bun.

It’s just that the steamed stuffed buns of the Tang Dynasty still retain the fierce and bold style of the Hu people. The thick dough is stuffed with large pieces of mutton, and it is fried in a hot oil pan until the skin is crispy and the meat is soft. , eat a hearty and refreshing.

Although this kind of Hu Feng delicacy has a special charm, but after two bites, it will make your throat feel greasy. Xiao has long been prepared, put the Hu Bing on the table to let the oil and gas evaporate, and brought out a refreshing chrysanthemum chrysanthemum egg flower from the kitchen Soup.

"This soup is still popular in Chang'an Shi Palace. I haven't made it for many years. I'm afraid it doesn't have the same taste as before." Although Xiao is a noble woman, she also has the spirit of making fun of hardships, holding Li Jing on her lap , hanging his head and whispering about those interesting things in the Daming Palace.

"There is also a story about this dish. When Yu Sanhai, the imperial chef, served this soup at the banquet, the princes and ministers disliked it for being too plain, but Yu Sanhai said, "There is a severe drought and people's livelihood is suffering. Only Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum is resistant to cold and cold." Do it, and it can be served on the dinner table of ordinary people, this dish is the determination of His Majesty to care for all people and share weal and woe with the world'."

"Then, is Your Majesty angry?"

"No, His Majesty was very happy to hear that, and said that what Yu Sanhai said was exactly what he was thinking, and he even gave this soup an imperial name, 'Qianqiu Xue'. From then on, Qianqiu Xue became popular in Chang'an."

Wu Yi took a bite of the hummus cake and drank the soup, listening to the story with more relish than Li Jing.

Empress Wu is really famous, and her husband Li Zhifan is considered too benevolent and weak, but from the perspective of ordinary people in this era, this emperor who loves the people like a son is still very respectable and lovely.

A table of people was eating with gusto, and the head of the family was late.

Mrs. Xiao brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulders for him. Li Sujie had no pretensions in front of his wife and children, so he picked a seat at random and sat down, not paying attention to the order of seating.

"Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum has the reputation of being a gentleman in vegetables, because it can endure the severe cold and endure the wind and frost." He seized the opportunity to educate Li Jing, "You have to learn its character, you know?"

Li Jing's small face was stuffed into a huge bun, and his ears flapped, so he couldn't hear.

There is also a cellar of cabbage in winter, and I have never seen anyone praise the cabbage for its demeanor of being proud of the snow and frost.

Wu Yi sneered slightly in his heart, this is indeed an era when even food is judged on face.

After dinner, the sky gradually dimmed, and the sky full of stars twinkled out from the night, like pairs of squinting eyes, silently overlooking the night of the world.

Wu Yi and Li Jing sat side by side on the steps in the courtyard of the Li Mansion, and the faint starlight formed a frost on the ground when it fell to the ground. Wu Yi drew a big dipper crookedly and vertically on top of it.

"What did you draw?" Li Jing propped his chin, looked up at the sky, then looked down at the ground, and finally looked at Wu Yi in puzzlement.

"Well..." Wu Yi himself knew that this Impressionist painting was really unattractive, so he lay back smiling, "This is the spoon used by gods to scoop soup."

Li Jing imitated and lay back: "Then what do the gods eat?"

"Of course it's eating meatballs." Wu Yi continued to make it up, "Look at the star next to it, it's the eyes of a fairy. Whenever he sees a child with tender skin like you, he will stretch out a spoon to scoop it up. , and feed it into the mouth..."

"No, no, I don't want to be eaten by the gods!" Li Jing immediately rolled to Wu Yi's side, clinging to his arm, as if he was going to die together.

The corners of Wu Yi's mouth trembled when he was teased by him, and he tried not to laugh: "If you are not eaten by the gods, you have to grow up quickly."

"I have a way to make the gods not eat me!" Xiaotuanzi, who was snuggling next to her, immediately jumped up, wiped a handful of ashes from the ground, smeared the left and right sides of her face, and crossed her waist triumphantly.

"Look, I'm so dirty now, the gods definitely don't want to eat dirty things!"

Looking at it under the clear starlight, Li Jing's small white face seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, three left and three left, it was quite symmetrical.

Hmm... Although this idea is a bit strange, it seems that it cannot be refuted.

The little dirty cat tilted its neck and fought wits with the gods for a while, and soon lost its energy, curled up and snuggled up on Wu Yi's lap, staring sleepily at the indigo night sky.

My eyelids were all fighting up and down, and I was still muttering "Don't eat me" in a daze.

It's a pity that there are no things that can take pictures in this era, otherwise Li Jing would definitely become famous in one night if he took a picture of this scene.

Wu Yi covered Li Jing's eyes with his palms, and imitated the nursery rhyme the elders used to coax the children: "Huluhululu, don't be scared..."

Soon, there was a snoring sound like small bubbles. Wu Yi opened his palm and saw that there were a few slobbering beans hanging from the corner of the little guy's mouth. He didn't know what delicious food he was eating in his dream.

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The days gradually shortened in the colder autumn wind, Wu Yi escorted Li Jing to school every day, and in his spare time, he would lie on the window coffin to learn something secretly.

The dust on the window coffin of Yuanzhou Official School was quickly wiped all over by his index finger, with one stroke covering the other. The principles of Confucius and the strokes of Shennong's Theory of Herbs are intertwined, and only Wu Yi can see it the text in it.

Most of the characters commonly used in the Four Books, Five Classics, and medical classics are familiar by heart, and the rest of the rare and strange characters can only be learned one by one, and when encountering a husband who can't read and write, he can only recognize half of them.

The dictionary used in the Tang Dynasty was basically Xu Shen's "Shuowen Jiezi", but the price was quite expensive. Wu Yi touched the few ancestral silver pieces in his bag, and still pressed his restless fingers.

On this day, when Wu Yifang sent Li Jing to the school, he heard the sound of carriages and horses coming from a distance.

Several proud black horses dragged a carriage and rolled over slowly, followed by a group of horses and horses in the distance. The horseshoes and wheels almost trampled the weeds on the roadside.

A young military officer in fine clothes rode in front, got off his horse, and raised his chin to Wu Yi: "Order the master of the medical department to come out to meet the doctor."

As soon as the words fell, the person in the carriage coughed lightly: "Don't be rude, we are guests, so we should come to the door."

The military officer replied "Yes", stepped back, opened the curtain, and carefully invited the people in the carriage to get off.

Wu Yi watched quietly from the side, and saw a hard and sturdy mahogany walking stick slowly protruding from the carriage, leaning firmly on the ground like a root, a cold light flashed on the straight line, showing the majesty of the master Unshakable position.

The owner of the cane leaned out, and many onlookers around him had already screamed: "Dr. Zhang!"

Wu Yi's heart was shocked, and a name surnamed Zhang suddenly appeared in his mind.

Donggong Imperial Physician, Zhang Qiren.

Zhang Qiren smiled slowly and politely, turned to the young man and said: "Go and inform the master here, I will personally examine the students."

The young man took the order to go, and in just a stick of incense, all the students were herded into the courtyard like sheep. From time to time, some people secretly looked up and guessed what kind of temper this famous old doctor had.

"How does the scripture of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" say about the medicine of Maogen?"

The deep and steady voice was like a high wall in the bleak autumn wind, separating the looking up eyes from the surrounding courtyard with falling leaves.

After a while of staring at each other in silence, someone finally raised his hand slowly.

Zhang Qiren took the book and tapped his fingertips.

"Cat root is sweet and cold. It is mainly used for fatigue and injury, nourishing the middle and nourishing qi, removing blood stasis, blood blockage, cold and heat, and urinating. Its seedlings are mainly used for water. One is orchid root, and the other is Ru root. It grows in valleys and fields. .”

Wu Xu recited it word by word, then thought for a while, and added: "Maogen is called Diguan, Dijin, and Du. It is born in Chu, and its roots are picked in June."

Zhang Qiren is over [-] years old, but his eyes are piercing and bright, and he does not see any signs of aging. He continued the test with great interest: "Your books are memorized verbatim, so let me ask you, if the patient is wet If phlegm stops drinking and fever, can we use Maogen?"

"This..." Wu Xu paused, and his voice became softer, "Maogen relieves vomiting and relieves heat, it should be available."

As he spoke, he sized up the lofty doctor with cautious eyes.

The light in Zhang Qiren's eyes suddenly turned cold: "What's your name?"

"Doctor Hui, I'm Wu Xu, and my father is..."

Wu Xu hadn't finished speaking when he was hit hard on the top of the head by a scroll. His hands trembled and he didn't dare to block it, so he just stiffened and listened to the instruction.

Zhang Qiren slapped him hard twice before he said heavily: "Don't ask for a deep understanding!"

Then he looked down at the students who didn't dare to vent their anger: "Does anyone know where he is wrong?"

There was a sound of cicadas, but there was no sound.

"If none of you can answer, then you don't need to come to my official school!"

There was a silent commotion underneath, the medical students here ranged from forties to fifties, down to a dozen teenagers, some had been fooling around here for nearly ten years, and some had just stepped over the threshold, and they all avoided each other with their eyes. with.

Zhang Qiren sighed secretly.

The local medical schools have recruited all the children of officials and eunuchs, and it is already good for the arrogant young masters to memorize the medical scriptures, let alone expect them to understand the meaning.

After a while, a voice sounded from a far corner of the courtyard.

"Dr. Hui, the fever caused by wet phlegm and cessation of drinking may be due to the cold syndrome. Maogen is cold in nature. If you use Maogen to stop vomiting and reduce fever, it is a waste of the basics, and the prescription is taboo."

Zhang Qiren glanced over coldly, and the person who answered was a thin young man, who looked two years younger than Wu Xu just now, his childish brows and eyes had the unique handsomeness of young people, and his quiet eyes were bright and bright.

He couldn't help but relax, and put on a gentle tone: "That's not wrong, you said this because you have memorized the annotations of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica"?"

Not to mention the scriptural annotations, even Wu Yi has not memorized the classics of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", but he has more clinical experience for a few years, although he is not as old as Zhang Qiren, a senior imperial physician, and he is very concerned. It is more than enough to beat these fledgling apprentices.

Without frowning or blinking, he said frankly, "I've never recited it before."

All the students present gasped, and said in front of Zhang Qiren that they didn't even memorize the books, so they wanted to be beaten!

Zhang Qiren didn't lose his temper.

He only frowned and looked around for a week, his eyes settled on Wu Yi's slightly thin cheeks: "Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs, only to know that the poison was originally a family, and Hua Tuo traveled all over the Jianghuai, only to come up with the prescription of Mafeisan , These saints and teachers also started from scratch and searched up and down to become experts. It is rare at your age to be able to draw your own insights from medical scriptures instead of memorizing them by rote and sticking to the rules. Who is your father?"

On the surface, these words praised Wu Yi as a sage, but the deep meaning was to encourage the students present to learn the way of medicine.

It's a pity that most of the young people off the court are impatient, and Mr.'s motto goes in one ear and out in the other, and they don't think of a few words in a daze.

The author has something to say:

The imperial examinations in the Tang Dynasty were divided into many subjects, and medicine was one of them. When the central government had enough official education, students would be selected from the local area. Generally speaking, the "tribute examination" system was adopted.

However, persuading people to study medicine is like a thunderbolt. In the Tang Dynasty, medicine was also a big upset. There were no people who studied medicine in many places. In addition, the scientific examination was not popular at all, so this kind of examination system is very ideal, and the implementation is fast. not high

There is a record in the unofficial history of the doctor's selection of students, but it is not known whether it is similar to the male novels at that time. 233